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Samantha Warren is a speculative fiction author who spends her days immersed indragons, spaceships, and vampires.

In the name of research, she enlisted the help of her pet dragon Anethesis and together they built a Noah’s Ark-like space ship. Three trips through a hole in the time-space continuum allowed the pair to explore the universe decades into the past and eons into the future. They discovered how life would be without Earth and were forced to run from alien law enforcement when their ship was deemed unspaceworthy. In the long run, the constant demands of space travel and repairs cut into Samantha’s sock fetish fund, so she was forced to sell her ark for half-price to a slimy creature that made Jabba the Hutt look like Brad Pitt.

After her years of traveling, she returned to her roots. She milks cows for fun and collects zombie gnomes when she’s not writing fantasy, science fiction, or horror. Her goal in life is to eat a Beef Wellington cooked by Gordon Ramsay. Anethesis remains by her side, sleeping away the day and hunting evil cat-eating coyotes by night.

Fun Trivia About Samantha Likes: Socks, hot cocoa, Deadliest Catch, homemade macaroni and cheese, excessive smiley faces in chat, slightly burnt grilled cheese, more socks, Top Chef, her netbook, excessively cheesy movies (such as Tank Girl and Starship Troopers), baby calves, Gordon Ramsay, kittens, cats, puppies, dogs, even more socks, The Riches, cold days that let you snuggle up under a blanket to read in front of the fire

Favorite Books: Frankenstein, Jane Eyre, Harry Potter (all of them), Dresden Files, Lord of the Rings, Alien Chronicles (absolutely awesome series that I somehow always forget about until I find the books again), Anything by Jonathan Maberry or Jim Butcher

Dislikes: The keyboard on her netbook, tornadoes, loudly ticking clocks, mean cows, horses, snakes, spiders that aren’t daddy longlegs, people who don’t take others into consideration when making decisions, George R. R. Martin’s inability to turn out a book in less than 5 years, people who think anonymity on the internet is an open invitation to be a jerk, hairless dogs or cats, people who don’t take care of their pets, how the ampersand turns into amp; every time she saves a page

Favorite Joke: A man and a giraffe walk into a bar and proceed to get totally smashed. The giraffe falls on the floor and the man gets up to leave. The bartender says, “Hey, you can’t leave that lyin’ there.” The man goes, “That’s not a lion. It’s a giraffe!”